Two Rejected Strays in the Night

The other night I was restless and sad and lonely and all that good stuff, you know, as a result of being erased from someone’s life, but I won’t go there in this entry. I went to Metropolitan as suggested by several new, local pals for a bit. It had a nice enough atmosphere and, at least a few, friendly gestures and nods. I went alone because I have no problem going to lounges, bars, movies, anywhere… alone. I tend to make friends easily and people approach me most of the time, so I’m not REALLY ever alone in that sense.

Anyway.

After calling a few friends to make a plan, I ended up redirecting myself into the East Village’s PHOENIX to meet Fabio and Liberation, as mentioned in a previous entry. Of course, as I went to board my infamous “L Train,” it is in complete chaos.

NO L.

You see, the L train is under experimentation. NYC wants to eventually move all of its trains into AUTOMATION. No conductors! So they are experimenting on MY line! Of course!

So, after Midnight, there are all kinds of crazy conditions that arise and you never know if you are going to get home or be able to go anywhere. None of the workers knew exactly what to do, nor which bus to use, if any. After some time, it became clear that I was not going to be able to get into Manhattan very easily, so I opted to take a car. This pisses me off to no end because the fares for MTA continue to rise EVEN AS WE ARE LESS AND LESS ABLE TO USE THE TRAINS PROPERLY!!! I end up buying the Metrocard, using it, and then having to pay for a cab ANYWAY.

But I digress.

(originally I had written a huge post and it was just lost in my attempt to upload an image. that sucks ass. so I will now abbreviate this post)

Couldn’t take L.

Had to take a car.

Guy and his dog share a car with me (not uncommon in NYC).

Guy eventually reveals to me that he is going to KILL the little doggie if someone doesn’t BUY him that night.

I am roiling inside, ready to punch the fuck out this man, but instead, negotiate, calmly.

I buy dog for $20.

Leave car, go to bar to meet friends, tiny dog in tow.

Meet my new friend, LITTLE:

“LITTLE”

Little was bathed and loved and has adapted into our home very quickly. I didn’t really want to keep him because of various reasons, but now I am torn. I want him to feel like he finally has a home where he is safe and can be loved and fed and bathed and healed, but I am sure there are others who would feel and do as much for him.

I just found the whole thing to be so fitting: two rejected strays finding each other and making a difference.

I want to do the right thing for him, so my first steps are his vet visit, check to make sure he isn’t stolen, and then decide if he would do well in another home, or if he should stay. I know I will do what’s best for him.

We are all strays in some way, in some part of our life. I wish for all of us to find what we can finally call “home.”

This man would not have killed this dog.If he were going to he would have done it already and certainly would not have broadcast it to a stranger in a cab. Normal people do spend money to go the city to commit a murder that could have been done for free around the way. If he needed to get rid of the dog he would not be carrying him around the city – he could’ve tied him to a lamp post or just let him run the streets. Maybe the guy figured you for a tree-hugging sucker (and I mean that in the nicest way) and got you for $20.